Thursday, July 10, 2008

Gee, thanks Mommy

Little Elvis has my nose, and possibly my chin. But that's not all that he's inherited from his dear ol' Mama.

Another trait inherited from me? His love for pillows! Bob poopoos my pillows. He doesn't think that every chair needs a pillow, or that the loveseat needs two. We won't even discuss the numerous pillows on our bed.

Little Elvis has a completely different take on my pillows. He loves them. He thinks it's a huge treat to be allowed to frolick on our bed (with me, Bob or both present of course!) and play with the pillows. He falls on them, crawls under them, hugs them, loves them. He has one neckroll that I made a while ago that he will bring out to the living room to play with.

I realize this little trait may fade or change as he ages, but for now I plan to use the whole two against one argument in favor of adding more pillows!!

Onto the not-so-positive traints. When he wakes up from a nap in a very tooncey mood, I know I have nothing but my genes to blame. I am not a morning person.

One summer during high school I worked in a mail room with several really nice women. About a month into my stint, one made the comment to me that they knew better than to talk to me before 10 a.m. That was a very astute and true observation.

His fighting of naps also comes from me. That fighting of naps led us to the realization that he has one more funny trait from his Mommy: the head bob as he struggles to stay awake.

I was a huge head bobber my freshman and sophomore years in college. I actually had a really cute guy tell me that he stayed awake through our "Rocks for Jocks" class by watching my head bob. Great impression, huh? I wrote for my college paper, and was assigned an article about sleeping in class. The professor I talked to said it was extremely rude and I decided to cut the practice out.

Good thing I wasn't insulted as my little man struggled to stay awake during a meal. And, of course, we made it a music video! I think the music is doowop.

I love how you cut all the shots up. It made it look like you had a bunch of different angles, and perfect song. Little Elvis is so cute! It’s funny how the simplest things they do can make us smile.

By the way, my son chipped his tooth too, and not a little bit. I’m still heartbroken about it. All I could think of was Little Elvis and the candy dish. Knowing that it happened to someone else too made me feel a smidgen better.

LOL All of my kids love to play w/pillows. They play hide & seek under them with Zachary, and now zachy does the same thing. He throws them off the bed, then gets off the bed and puts them back up on the bed. back & forth. Oy.

Lisa -- I'm so sorry about your sweetie chipping his tooth. I know how terribly unfun that is!As for Rocks for Jocks -- it was geology. A class that those of us non-science majors took to fulfill our science requirements. My professor looked just like Danny Devito's Penguin in the Batman movie.

About Me

Hi! I'm currently a stay-at-home mom to Little Elvis*(5 years old) and Baby Plum* (2.5 years old) and Cheese Puff* (newborn). They keep me very busy. Thanks for visiting!
*names have been changed to protect the innocent